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Deejay People strange, actors in a world of colors, sounds and casini. It lives by night, accompanied by day, always ready to look ahead into the eyes of the people who see them still, behind the popular consoles. They believe that whether you are someone, they do not know that you are like them, you do everything with a passion .. sleep little sacrifice the affections, live in a world \'dirty\'. Lovers of music, as someone said: always a step forward because they think what always put music later. It starts from home with the desire to split the world, you get to chat with local staff and local party music in the background, you create the atmosphere, the lights are located. It opened the doors it is hoped that soon the local fill, are beginning to hear the notes spread from the speakers, the volume salt begins to penetrate in the head, for us deejay also in the heart, poggiata on your headphones, a glass always full. Glance addressed on the horizon to look into the eyes of those people who listens to what you feel you are doing, hoping that you enjoy. Tours for local, but the notes are always those, change the quantity of people, the quality of console, te six always the same. Dreams of becoming great! At the end of the evening trying to understand it is gone, then breakfast with the staff, four laughter a cappuccino and cornetto a direction away home, where some people from sleeping hours but always knows when it falls .. and pulls a sigh of relief . The return home is made of ideas that run in the brain as impazzite notes on a score, lights that follow to deceive fatigue sometimes songs behind the radio, sometimes everything stops because the streets are some ugly surprise, and begin to think bad things, and you understand why the noise return home for someone is sweet melody. Did \'throw\' in bed thank God for bringing home the chiappe. After a few hours of sleep (only a few lucky to sleep so in the morning) would like to implement those dreams, but then say better postpone .. even this morning in the mirror can guardarti. In the afternoon two hours of sleep and so to want to achieve those dreams. At least we try. Looking to produce a piece of music all yours .. t\'impegni .. but you are not a musician do everything by ear and computers, but because we try always look forward. Send your piece everywhere, even to God, hope that at least listen to him well .. casomai a day and give you an opinion .. some people on earth do not have time to listen and comment on certain things.

Deejay People strange, actors in a world of colors, sounds and casini. It lives by night, accompanied by day, always ready to look ahead into the eyes of the people who see them still, behind the popular consoles. They believe that whether you are someone, they do not know that you are like them, you do everything with a passion .. sleep little sacrifice the affections, live in a world \'dirty\'. Lovers of music, as someone said: always a step forward because they think what always put music later. It starts from home with the desire to split the world, you get to chat with local staff and local party music in the background, you create the atmosphere, the lights are located. It opened the doors it is hoped that soon the local fill, are beginning to hear the notes spread from the speakers, the volume salt begins to penetrate in the head, for us deejay also in the heart, poggiata on your headphones, a glass always full. Glance addressed on the horizon to look into the eyes of those people who listens to what you feel you are doing, hoping that you enjoy. Tours for local, but the notes are always those, change the quantity of people, the quality of console, te six always the same. Dreams of becoming great! At the end of the evening trying to understand it is gone, then breakfast with the staff, four laughter a cappuccino and cornetto a direction away home, where some people from sleeping hours but always knows when it falls .. and pulls a sigh of relief . The return home is made of ideas that run in the brain as impazzite notes on a score, lights that follow to deceive fatigue sometimes songs behind the radio, sometimes everything stops because the streets are some ugly surprise, and begin to think bad things, and you understand why the noise return home for someone is sweet melody. Did \'throw\' in bed thank God for bringing home the chiappe. After a few hours of sleep (only a few lucky to sleep so in the morning) would like to implement those dreams, but then say better postpone .. even this morning in the mirror can guardarti. In the afternoon two hours of sleep and so to want to achieve those dreams. At least we try. Looking to produce a piece of music all yours .. t\'impegni .. but you are not a musician do everything by ear and computers, but because we try always look forward. Send your piece everywhere, even to God, hope that at least listen to him well .. casomai a day and give you an opinion .. some people on earth do not have time to listen and comment on certain things.